I called in sick today
A combination of
exhaustion and
an enduring hangover
gave me the justification I needed
to stay in bed until 5pm
When I got up
I noticed
there was a moth
on one of the vertical blinds
I didn’t much feel
like killing
or setting him free
so I let him be
I took a shower
and ate some cold pizza
then I checked in on my favorite
weblogs
and read my email
Now it’s nearly 10
I look up from my computer
and there’s the moth
in exactly the same spot
exactly the same position
I think about
how short
the lifespan of this
insect
is
a few days maybe
or hours
and how he’s wasted
this enormous part of it
how he squanders it still
just sitting
on my vertical blind
when he could be out
you know
flying in the night air
and meeting other moths
Then it dawns on me
that I haven’t left my building
in two days
that I spent most of that time
in bed
and that at almost 10pm
I’m sitting on my couch
writing a poem
about a bug

I decide I should get dressed
and go somewhere
but before I do
I open the sliding door
and shoo the moth outside